“You are not in trouble and I’m not upset,” Noah said. “I am not yelling. Right? Can we agree on that?” Instead of answering, Gennie asked, “Was it supposed to be a secret from me?” He glanced between me and Gennie. I went looking for a mixing bowl. “So, you see,” he started, “it wasn’t a secret so much as—” “You guys would make the worst pirates,” she yelled. “You’d never take over any ships or steal any loot.”
